Let's forget the winter cold for the moment - instead cast your mind back to that elusive season known usually as 'summer'. Or if that feels like too much of a stretch of the imagination in this miserable British rain, then maybe just think of a mild autumn day? As in, mild enough for bare legs.
I have a cache of photos on my computer, taken a few months before my surgery, that need to be posted. And at least in my part of the UK, this post is sunny enough to make me forget that I had to walk through a minor flood to get home today.
However, when this outfit was photographed by my dad back in late August 2010, it turned into a slightly awkward venture. The original styling plan had involved high heels, a bag and more jewellery. However, once at the location ( a family favourite of ours), I accidently dropped one of said heels in a small pool. So au revoir Faith wedges and hello bare feet! And then there was a general thinning of accessories until I was only left with what you see in the photos.
This beautiful green velvet dress was given to me by one of the nicest stallholders I know. There is a local vintage market stall that I often frequent, and from which I have bought numerous vintage coats and other items. The lovely woman who runs it sometimes gives me things she can't sell. Other treasures she has passed on to me include a blue and gold bound book from the fifties called 'The Importance of Wearing Clothes', and faded pink satin shoes with diamonte heels. This particular item is vintage Monsoon, and was created with very good quality velvet. I previously mentioned my newly discovered love of velvet, and it is not on the wane. While writing I am wearing a velvet jacket that my mum bought during her student days - thank goodness she has the family hoarding gene! The colour of this reminds me of cool forests in late summer. I wore it with a pair of my 'mummy's scissors' and a belt that used to belong to my grandma.
Thank you for the thoughtful and interesting additions to my debate in the last post. It seems that most people have reached the consensus that digital and tangible can live alongside each other, and someone made the good point that we still wear vintage clothes - if we didn't then my blog probably wouldn't exist!
I must admit, I have a bit of a love-hate relationship with the internet. I love all of the opportunities it brings - such as blogging - and being able to instantly research something or contact someone. However, when it comes to social networking sites, I find that nothing beats face to face conversation for me. And I am constantly paranoid about my laptop getting a virus and wiping all my work stored on here. Now all my photos (as well as writing) are stored on my laptop, rather than in a photo album or notebook, it seems that they exist all the more precariously - which is why I can't wait to have a few of my best photos printed out!
Stored on one of my shelves are various boxes of family photos from different generations of great-grandparents and grandparents. They are invaluable for scrap books, moodboards, inspiration and an insight into the fabric of family. However, am I just going to be the family archivist of the past now,with my old fashioned images in boxes? Now generations after me will only see photos taken in 2010 on a screen, and not by chance in among a hundred blurred images of flowers taken by grandpa.
Somehow this thought makes me want to learn the art of film photography all the more. That is definitely one challenge to set myself for this new year.
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